(Verse 1)
Danny is a daydreamer
His head\'s always in the sky
He squanders many hours
Surfing Spotify
Addicted to strong currents
Of acid house and rave
When he pops his board
He never fails to catch a wave
Vacuuming beats all week
With his fly\'s tongue
Regurgitating on his mates
When his record\'s spun
He loves ecstasy and unison
How everyone feels as one
Yes he truly feels alive
Now the weekend\'s come
(Chorus)
Stagnating all week
With grey mundane lives
Acting artificial
Yet we yearn to feel alive
Give in to the urges
Feed the soul what it wants
Put the needle to the vinyl
And let the music thump
(Verse 2)
Emma doesn\'t feel at home
In the colony and hive
Only Friday night\'s tunes
Can make her feel alive
Outside the skies are grey
In class her books are dull
Only fresh new tunes
Can scratch the itch inside her skull
She\'s always on the hunt for
Catchy riffs and hooks
Coming through the crannies
Nosying through the nooks
On Friday the beats are pumping
Yeah, she\'s painting the town red
Tunes explode like cordyceps
From her infected ant\'s head
(Chorus)
Stagnating all week
With grey mundane lives
Acting artificial
Yet we yearn to feel alive
Give in to the urges
Feed the soul what it wants
Put the needle to the vinyl
And let the music thump
(Verse 3)
Polly likes to pillage
From the torrent hub
Gifting music to the peasants
Just like Robin Hood
Feeling like a cat burglar
With a bulging bag of loot
Spreading music like pollen
From a bee\'s fluffy boot
Data analysis was disastrous
The whole week has been so shit
But all that\'s about to be forgotten
When the blissful breakdown hits
Her pupils inflate
Like a black rubber ring
Her heart starts beating
Like a hummingbird\'s wing
(Chorus)
Stagnating all week
With grey mundane lives
Acting artificial
Yet we yearn to feel alive
Give in to the urges
Feed the soul what it wants
Put the needle to the vinyl
And let the music thump
(Verse 4)
Barry gets a bollocking
For always running late
Just another prisoner
Chained to a job he hates
Earbuds blasting all day
During his nine til five
Only four more hours incarcerated
Before he comes alive
Straight out after backshift
No bathing, he doesn\'t care
Stomping in his rigger boots
Shaking plaster dust from his hair
Gurning like a gargoyle
Head tilted to the sky
Flapping in his vizzy vest
Like a fluorescent butterfly
(Chorus)
Stagnating all week
With grey mundane lives
Acting artificial
Yet we yearn to feel alive
Give in to the urges
Feed the soul what it wants
Put the needle to the vinyl
And let the music thump